Fred. Let me not stay upon't.
Lod. Well we are Rascals,
Yes Piso, we are Rascals. [Ex. Lod. and Piso.
Fred. Get ye gone now, not a word more, y'are Rascals.
Enter Fabricio, and Jacomo.
Fab. That should be Frederick.
Jac. 'Tis he: Frederick?
Fred. Who's that?
Jac. A friend Sir.
Fred. It is so, by the voyce:
I have sought you Gentlemen, and since I have found you,
So near our house, I'le force ye stay a while,
I pray let it be so.
Fab. It is too late,
We'l come and dine to morrow with your Sister,
And do our services.